A nice romantic dinner.

I shelved my code because I was anxious to leave work and didn't have to time to test before submitting. I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door a quarter to five, hoping to beat the evening rush hour to Catherine's house. In the elevator I took out my phone to text Catherine that I was on my way.

Me: Hopefully I'll be there before 5:30

Catherine: No rush! I don't want you to get into an accident or a speeding ticket! Love you! <3

Me: I know! ;)

Luckily traffic wasn't bad (although at the red lights I had hoped Catherine would send me a photo of her pussy to tie me over while I waited) and I got to her place early. I noticed that her BMW was in the driveway and as tempting as it was to just rush into the front door, I played it cool — I wanted to act as the part of the tired husband arriving home after a long day at work (and spending almost two hours at a cheap motel fucking his wife and mistress). The front door was unlocked so I walked right in as if it was my own home.

"Honey, I'm home!" I shouted, closing the door behind me.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Catherine shouted back.

I could smell the delicious food as I walked towards the source in the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Catherine, wearing nothing but an apron, matching black garter and silk stockings, and black high heels, standing behind the counter plating the food she had ordered. I snapped out of my shock and walked up to her to give her kiss. "That smells great."

"Me or the food?" she wondered.

"Both," I chuckled.

"Hungry?" she asked.

"Yes, for both," I grinned.

"Well, let's have dinner first before you eat me!" she giggled.

"I'm tempted to skip the main course and go straight for dessert!" I whispered, caressing my hand down her bare back to her exposed butt.

"But you need the energy if we're going to be making love all night," she cooed and handed me a plate before sexily walking away to the dining room. I followed her like a lovesick schoolboy.

Surprisingly, despite the sexual innuendo in the kitchen, we had a normal dinner and talked about our day (or what was left of it after our two hour tryst at the motel) at work and whatever was happening on the news. I noticed that Catherine was genuinely euphoric while we chitchatted — it was obvious that she felt like she was happily married, taking her back to her early days of her marriage before her ex-husband cheated on her.

"Thank you, honey," she smiled, touching my hand with hers.

"For what?" I asked.

"For making me feel loved again," she replied.

"It's my duty and obligation to the mother of my baby," I stated.

"Speaking of making love..." she purred, standing up to remove her apron to reveal her perfect supermodel body. She took my hand and led me upstairs to the master bedroom.